…your second orgasm

Your mind is blank, your only focus is the pleasure John is giving you. You’re no longer in control. If you could think rationally you’d call it mind-break. Your face is a mask of ahegao, eyes glazed, jaw slack, face red. Distantly in your haze of sexual euphoria you feel your pussy clench around his cock, your entire body trembling with the intensity of your climax. The sensation is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, and it’s all you can do to keep from collapsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

“Two orgasms. That’s another day… give me your phone number Bree,” he tells you.

You nod vacuously, your hand shaking as you scrawl your new identity on a napkin. You’re now Bree. The woman he’s going to call on for his next fix. The woman who’s going to be his plaything when he wants it. Actually is that even your phone number? You don’t know.

“I’m going to go now. But you should masturbate again… because you love it so much…” he tells you as he slides out of your still quivering sex. You moan in sexual distress and nod absently as you struggle to re-combobulate your fuck addled brain. Uncombobulate? Were those even words? You couldn’t think. His cum dribbles from your pussy. Still panting on your hands and knees you look down absently at your swollen sex. The lips are reddish and garishly puckered, oozing your own juices and his cum. Your clit is so swollen it almost looks like a teeny tiny cock. The liquid oozes down your pretty thighs. That’s your pussy.

John stands up, zipping his pants and adjusting his shirt, looking satisfied with himself. You remain on all fours, your knees splayed wide, your pussy still throbbing from his cock. You can feel the afree effects deepening of sex deepening, making your thoughts fuzzy and your desires more intense. The need to cum again is already gnawing at you, a hunger that seems never to be sated.

John chuckles, leaning down to kiss the side of your face. “Good girl. I’ll see you soon, Bree.” He says before leaving the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.

You remain on all fours, your knees still on the cold, sticky floor of the bar's backroom. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving you alone with your new, overwhelming urges. You're highly aroused now, and his parting words resonate in your mind.

The thought of masturbating again fills you with excitement. You can't believe how much you want to cum again, how much you crave sex in your new body. You want to explore every inch of your transformed self. Your thoughts are a jumble of confusion and desire, but one thing is clear: you need to cum again. It's like an itch that you just can't ignore, a hunger that's been awakened deep within you.

But if you cum you’ll stay like this longer… but is that such a bad thing?

You blush as your addled brain starts to put itself back together again. “Fuck. That was intense,” you mutter, your new pussy still sopping wet and overly swollen from John’s use. You lay down and roll over onto your back, your legs spread wide, and you start to touch yourself. Your engorged clit is so sensitive now, every stroke sending a shock of pleasure through your body. You've never felt like this before, so out of control, so **** for release.

The door opens and you look up to see Ivy… a regular at the bar from the game. You’d hooked up with her quite a few times. Sadly if you went to the bar using an exchange pill she never showed any interest. She was purely heterosexual. You recalled she liked cocktails and was pro x-change…

Ivy looks down at your well fucked body and grins, shutting and locking the door. “I just had to see what you’d become Bruce… you look so cute.” She reaches into her hand bag and produces a dildo.

Wait. She had a dildo. That wasn’t in the game. What was going on!? Your eyes widened as you stared at the phallus. The sight of the dildo sends a thrill through your body. It’s long and thick, with a bulbous head that makes your pussy ache with anticipation. But what really catches your eye is the fact that it’s double ended. You’ve never seen anything like it before. “What’s … that for?” You ask confusedly, your voice high and breathy.

Ivy’s smile widens as she removes her panties straddles you, her own wet pussy hovering just above your own. “This is for us to share, darling. You’re going to love it.” She says, her tone dripping with lust and something vindictive. Something dominant. Something that resonates instinctively within your new female body.. “John said you’re completely suggestible now… you want me to fuck you… right?” She asks.

You nod, unable to form coherent words. The pill and your recent fucking has made you a slut for pleasure, eager to do whatever it takes to get off again.

Ivy positions the dildo at your entrance, the other end pointing towards her own hungry pussy. She lowers herself onto it, pushing it into you at the same time, the first few inches making you gasp as it stretches you wide open. You can feel the cold, hard plastic sliding into your depths, filling you up in a way that no man ever could. It’s huge. But you’re so wet, so **** for it, that it slides in easily.

You watch as she starts to rock her hips, the dildo moving in and out of you both in perfect sync. The feeling is indescribable, the fullness of it making your eyes roll back in your head. She’s in control now, using your body for her own pleasure, and all you can do is lie there and take it. You’re nothing but a toy to her, a receptacle for her lust. “Call me mistress…” she commands, and you do, your voice a whimper.

Ivy’s movements become more forceful, the dildo slamming into you with each thrust. You can feel your pussy stretching around it, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You’re so close to cumming again, your mind a haze of lust and need. You reach up to touch your breasts, the sensation of your own fingers on your new flesh making you even wetter.

“That’s it, Bruce. Play with those pretty tits for me,” Ivy purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she watches you **** yourself for her amusement. You obey, your eyes glazed over with pleasure as you pinch and tug at your nipples, making them even more sensitive.

Ivy’s dominance over you is absolute. Every time she moves her hips, the dildo thrusts into you, and you can feel your new, submissive nature responding. You’re a bimbo now, a horny slutty female bimbo, and you can’t get enough. You’ve gone from being the one in control to the one being used, and it’s more exhilarating than any game you’ve ever played.

Her eyes bore into yours, a mix of amusement and hunger. “You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you, Bruce? John called you Bree… that pill. If we fuck a few times like this every night you’ll never stop being Bree. You’d like that, wouldn’t you. I think I would. You were always such a chauvinistic prick, all handsy with us girls. Now you’re the girl and I’m going to keep you that way. Forever. Fucking you just like this every day… regular as fucking clockwork,” she monologues, her voice dripping with satisfaction. You nod eagerly, **** to please her. It sounds like everything you’ve ever wanted. As long as she keeps fucking you like this you’ll be here!

Ivy starts to move faster, the dildo pistoning in and out of both of you. You can feel your orgasm building again, the pleasure so intense it’s almost painful. You try to keep your voice down, but you can’t help but let out a high-pitched squeal with each thrust. The bar patrons outside must be able to hear you, but you don’t care. All that matters is the feeling of Ivy’s pussy grinding against yours, the dildo filling you both to the brim.

Your hands are a blur on your breasts, kneading and pinching your nipples until they’re hard little points of pleasure. You can feel the beginnings of your third orgasm, the sensation so intense it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You’re no longer the confident man you were, but a bimbo in heat, **** to be used and filled. “I’m going to fuck you every day and you’re going to be my little fuckpet. Forever. I’m going to make you wear slutty girly clothes…” Ivy promises.

You whine with need, the dildo hitting all the right spots inside you, making your pussy clench and spasm. You’re so close, so fucking close, and you know that once you cum again, you’re going to be trapped in this body for another day. But the thought of being Ivy’s little slut, dressed up and paraded around like a trophy, makes you wetter than you’ve ever been.

Ivy notices your desperation and leans down, whispering in your ear, “You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you, my little slut?” Her breath is hot against your neck, and you nod, unable to form words. The dildo hits a spot deep inside you that sends a bolt of pleasure straight to your brain, making you moan and arch your back.

With a wicked smile, Ivy grabs your chin and forces you to look into her eyes. “Say it. Say you’re my slut.” You whimper, feeling the orgasm building, threatening to consume you.

“Yes, Mistress Ivy. I’m your slut!” The words come out of your mouth without thought, and as they do, the last of your resistance crumbles away. You are hers, utterly and completely.